We give to you a disc of gold It represents the dreams we hold We'll tell our children what to do We'll show them how to listen for you
Please feel free to call Our wheatfields await you all
We are the number one offender Of specieism and yet Here we are reaching out for aliens Looking for our salvation
Pity our emptiness
Save our souls Save our souls Save our souls
We think that we're superior To every living thing It can be lonely at the top So we look for higher praise to sing
Won't you just say hello We'll give you a cable show We have weapons to intimidate You if you look afright Come on down and see our Zoos and refugee camps Ain't it worth your time
Pity our emptiness
Save our souls Save our souls Save our souls Save our souls Save our souls
SOS SOS
Please feel free to call Our wheatfields await you all
We are the number one offender Of specieism and yet Here we are reaching out for aliens Looking for our salvation
Pity our emptiness
Save our souls Save our souls Save our souls Save our souls Save our souls
SOS SOS
Well, there's a beacon in the sky Meant to catch the RyeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
